You are overwhelmed. You are scared. You are the adult and the decision is yours. Everyday the decisions are yours. All of them. No one is going to tell you what to do.

But you don’t know what to do. You don’t know which decision is the right one. Or the situation is so convoluted there are multiple options but none seems to truly be the right one. Or more than one could be correct, or maybe three. And then even what initially seemed to be the wrong answer starts looking like it might be the best way to go.

“Don’t just stand there,” your brain says. “You are scared. You are uncomfortable. DO SOMETHING. ”

I used to. I used to just do something. Just pick something at random and go with it so that the decision was made and the uncomfortable would stop.

It is perceived by most (and seemingly proven time and time again) that most artists are in some way shape or form, insane. But do they have to be?

Beethoven heard music in his head so strongly that he had to write it down immediately, no matter where he was. Rumor has it his landlord ripped out the window sashes after his death and sold them at auction because they were covered in his handwritten music. Van Gogh, of course, cut off his own ear. Dali saw owls on peoples heads among other things. The Beatles were infamous weirdos, not to mention the extra levels of weird once Yoko came on the scene. Syd Barrett, Michael Jackson, the list goes on and on.